Now for an excerpt from the yet-to-be-released Somebody’s Angel! This
stop in the “How it Began” blog tour, I’ll show you the scene that happened the
day before the one in stop #13. This scene has only been through the first
round of edits with my four content editors, though, and may change in the
final version published next month, but here’s a peek. By the way, Marc and
Angelina are in Aspen visiting with his family over New Year’s weekend.

As readers of the series know, this couple has been together for more
than four months, so why not jump right into a nice spanking scene right at the
start (Chapter One!)?

… The Bella Montagna resort was
huge, opulent even by Aspen standards. They could probably hide out on the
grounds for a week without being found.

She wished. But that was a useless
fantasy. Sooner or later, she'd have to face them. Dinner tonight, Marc had
said.

"Enough."

Angelina looked up at Marc,
furrowing her eyebrows. "Enough what?"

"Enough worrying. They are
going to love you as much as I do, cara.
This tug-of-war in your head has to end. Now."

"But…"

"The only butt I want right
now is yours over my knee. Strip."

Her heart thudded, and she let her
coat puddle at her feet. "Yes, Sir."

She pulled the heavy sweater over
her head, hearing the static crackling through her hair. He'd insisted she go
braless this morning—and he'd copped a few feels on the drive to Aspen. In
seconds, she was half naked. His gaze lowered to her breasts, and her nipples
puckered.

Marc reached out to touch one
nipple. The buildup of static electricity discharged, causing her to inhale
sharply and pull away from the pain. He laughed. "We'll have to explore
the violet wand in the playroom or club sometime."

While not on her list of hard
limits, she'd never liked the idea of Marc using kinky electricity on her body.
If that tiny spark had hurt so much, imagine what it would feel like with heavier
currents coursing through her entire body.

Angelina shuddered, reaching for
her pleated skirt's waistband before he stayed her hand. "Leave the skirt.
Lose the tights."

Her pussy muscles tightened. Mio Dio. As she anticipated his bare
hand on her equally bare butt, her breathing became rapid and shallow. She
needed this badly after stressing over meeting his family since Christmas. Well,
after Christmas maybe. Memories of that day and the special holiday scene he’d
treated her to in the upstairs playroom, complete with candy canes, warmed the
pit of her belly. She'd never look at those giant candy sticks or their curved
smaller counterparts the same way again.

Reaching up under her skirt, she
snagged the waistband of her black tights with her thumbs and quickly shimmied
them over her butt to her knees. She plunked down on the four-poster bed to
remove her shoes and take the tights the rest of the way off. She wore no
panties, another of Marc's commands this morning that clued her in that he
intended to play at some point today. But on cold days like this one, he
allowed her to wear tights if they'd be outside.

He always seemed to know how
uncomfortable and unsteady she was in fuck-me stiletto heels, though, and never
asked her to wear them. A very considerate Dom.

When she dropped the tights onto
the floor, his gaze roamed over her bare breasts and calves, heating her.

"Stand and present
yourself."

Angelina stood, cast her gaze to
the floor in front of her, and planted her feet slightly more than
shoulder-width apart. Her hands grasped her elbows behind her back, causing her
breasts to jut out. Marc's warm hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her
nipples until she gasped.

"I love your tits."

So I've noticed. "Thank you, Sir."

He lowered his mouth to one,
taking the nipple between his teeth and tugging until she nearly lost her
footing.

He straightened and sighed, as if
regretting he didn't have time to continue exploring her breasts. Then he went
to his toy bag. When he pulled out one of his paddles, she almost took an
involuntary step back. The paddle? Why? She hadn't been bad.

Marc sat down on the edge of the mattress
and laid the wooden paddle beside him. The turquoise-colored duvet enhanced the
mirror image of the word "M-I-N-E." That word would soon be imprinted
on her butt. She hated the sting of that paddle. Damn Luke for making it, and
damn herself [her?] for choosing to present the gift to Marc this Christmas.
She could have withheld it, but the sentiment seemed sweet at the time. Some
day she would get her revenge on dear, sweet Luke.

"Kneel." He tossed a
pillow from the bed down in front of him, between his knees.

She was permitted to use her hands
to get into a new position, so she released her elbows and used her hands on
his knees to ease herself down onto the pillow. Once steady, her hands returned
to clasp her elbows at her lower back.

"Remove my shoes." She
untied and slipped off the Guccis he’d dug out from the back of the closet this
morning. Setting them aside she then tossed her coat and sweater onto a chair
and resumed her position.

After reminding her of their
safeword, as if she’d need it for one of his spankings, he said, "You need
to take your mind off dinner tonight. Please me with your mouth."

Releasing her elbows again, she
eased down the zipper of his black Armani pants and pulled out his penis. She'd
never grow tired of the sight of him, large and stiff for her.

Leaning back on his elbows, he
grinned down at her. "No hands."

Angelina scooted closer to better
control the depth at which he could penetrate her mouth. No point letting her
gag reflex steal the scene. As if licking a melting ice-cream cone, she let the
tip of her tongue trace the engorged vein along the length of him, then
returned to the head. His hiss and the bobbing of his penis told her she'd
pleased him. Maybe he was a little tense about this visit, too, and needed the
session as much as she did.

Banishing from her head all
thoughts of meeting his family, Angelina leaned forward as far as she could and
wrapped her lips around the head of his penis. Her mouth pulled him toward her
as she sucked him deeper. At this angle, it would be difficult to bring him as
deeply as she’d like to down her throat, so she concentrated on the head,
flicking her tongue around the rim and paying special attention to the sensitive
notch on the underside. His cock bobbed again, and she tasted his salty
pre-cum. She grew wet thinking about having him inside her. Soon, she hoped.

"Your mouth is so hot, amore.”

Emboldened by his words, she
sucked the head harder and he hissed again, pumping his hips up until the tip
of his penis hit the roof of her mouth. She loved pleasing her Dom this way and
he loved it, too.

Suddenly, he placed his hands on
either side of her face and moved her away. Puzzled, she blinked up at him.

"I don't want to come in your
mouth or on your face. We don't have a lot of time to clean you up before you
meet my family. Stand, pet."

She maneuvered herself to her feet
and took a step back before resuming her presentation stance, unsure what he
wanted her to do next.

Marc stood as well, kicking away the
pillow and unbuckling his belt. He released the button. "Remove my
pants."

Unclasping her hands, she hooked
her thumbs in the waistband of his pants and lowered them, taking his boxer
briefs in the same motion. His penis stood out, fierce and erect, surrounded by
tufts of dark curly hair. Impulsively, she placed a kiss on the tip as she
continued to remove his pants.

"You did not have permission
to do that, pet."

“Sorry, Sir.” Not really.

Marc sat down so she could shuck
the pant legs the rest of the way off. She fought the urge to straddle him,
because they were being formal now. Living with him these last few months, she'd
learned a lot about discipline. He’d trained her to do as she was told during a
scene, not to allow her impulses to get the better of her, and not to clutter
her mind with thoughts that pulled her out of the scene. Otherwise, there would
be consequences. She glanced at the paddle again.

"Across my lap. Now."

Angelina swallowed hard as she laid
across his lap. With his penis poking into her stomach, her body was evenly
distributed on either side of his thighs. Her hair hung loose and curtained her
face—not that he could see her anyway. She grew wet anticipating the sting of
his hand on her butt. He always started with his hand.

"Hands flat on the
floor."

Shit. She didn't like that position, because it left her with very
little control—so open and vulnerable. However, she did as he'd ordered. His
penis now pressed against her pubic bone and each swat of his hand would send a
jolt to him, as well.

He lifted her short skirt and his
warm hand caressed her butt. She squirmed when his fingers traced the crack to
the swollen folds of her pussy. "So damned wet for me, pet. Thank
you."

"Thank you, Sir, for making me wet." Her voice sounded breathless to
her ears. Hurry, Sir. I need this!

His finger slid inside her opening,
and she squeezed him in welcome. They hadn't made love this morning, and she
wanted him inside her so badly. However, it wouldn't happen for a while at
least. Perhaps not for hours—even days. Sometimes he preferred to leave her on
edge for long periods before he gave her the relief she craved desperately. As
he removed his finger, she hoped he'd touch her clit and give her release.

Smack!

Not expecting the spanking to
start so suddenly, her breath hitched in surprise.

Smack!

His hand came down on her other
butt cheek equally as hard, and she squeezed her cheeks together. Several more
swats rained down on her in quick succession, and she held her breath as the
familiar warmth spread over her bottom.

"Open wider for me,
pet."

Oh, no. She hated when he struck directly on her pussy or clit.
Knowing it would only be worse if she didn't respond quickly, she angled her
left leg toward his knee, exposing herself to him fully.

Swat!

"Ow, mio Dio!" His hand struck directly on her clit, and she
jerked, trying to avoid the next blow. Swat!
No such luck. Tears ran down her nose. The release of tension as he continued
to spank her left her sobbing; then the familiar euphoria sent her floating.
Bliss.

Whack!

The paddle landed on her left
cheek and surprised her, stinging her sore skin and bringing her back to the
present with a vengeance. How long had she zoned out?

Whack!

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